an undulating shadow,
in many guises,
follows her
everywhere;
waiting for the night,
when he can be all over her
again.
You’re currently reading “Shadow,” an entry on idling thoughts
4.27.10 / 5pm
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i sear by all flowers. Don’t cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
e.e.cummings
3.16.11 / 4am
is still my favorite……:)
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